Last weekend was even more British than I’d imagined it could be. On Saturday, we had all the pomp and the pageantry of the coronation, the union jacks, the costumes, the rituals, the tradition.
We’re all familiar with the concept of sandwiching two words together to make a brand new word. And the internet reliably informs me they’re called “portmanteaus”.
I went for a little run on Sunday. And just to be clear, this isn’t one of those moments where I tell you that my “little run” was in fact the London Marathon.
